You finally feel the van slowly rumble to a stop as you pull up to what you assume to be your new house. You can’t actually see to confirm at the moment as Tracy, otherwise known to you as Mother, has been using you as a seat cushion for the last hour and a half of the journey. This was her punishment for you because she apparently caught you rolling your eyes at her from the rear view mirror, which you genuinely didn’t do. Prior to this you had spent the rest of the 14 hour move stuffed between your older twin sisters. They had not been shy about using this as an excuse to squash and torture you in anyway they could imagine. Finally, you hear a door open and then feel your mother’s weight peel off of you. It takes a moment for the feeling to return to your legs and then you can slide out of the van and make your way towards the house, the last one to make it inside as always.
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